We love you.
You were the only one to call me Debbie.
You were the one that taught me the sign language for "I love you".
You were a reminder of my father long after he was gone.
You were always good for a joke and a laugh.
We will miss you.
Tell Daddy we are fine, and give my daughter a hug.
I wonder if you remember us, and are mindful of what we would want you to do in Heaven?
Grandpa Brant is the one all the way to the right in this picture.
Interesting...the only surviving person from this picture is my mom. Sometimes I just think the only thing that keeps me going, and even satisfied is just the simple statement I have to repeat in my head: "Ok, Lord, I trust You." Quickly after the temptation to wallow in misunderstanding over life's twists and turns is the thought/reminder deep inside that I am not the only one that hurts. There's lots of hurt in the world. Jesus did not promise us a life void of pain, He just said there would be a helper and comforter to sustain us. I'm so thankful for that.